Page 76 of Wilt

Rose is so used to being naked around me, she simply slips off my shirt… she’s wearing it again, but it’ll be the last time. It’ll be gone when she gets back, but she doesn’t know that. She pulls on the dress without even thinking.

I fucking love it.

She really is mine.

I have her wanting to be touched, begging for me. I have her willing to be naked at all times. The slip is in here somewhere, but she keeps putting on the ruined shirt, which tells me everything.

It’s so fucking hot, and weirdly sweet.

I help her with the collar. She doesn’t need it, but there’s something about putting it on that nails in that claim on her just a little more. That I own her is our silent exchange. I own her and she wants me to. Yeah, I’m fucking aware she doesn’t have a choice in the actual act, but she isn’t hesitant, she isn’t stiff, she’s… eager.

She’s terrible as a submissive; my Rose keeps slipping, but she likes the role, likes giving to me. She touches the collar with eager fingers, and she leans back into me with a sigh when I give the chain a slight tug.

“Rose?”

She turns, deliberately brushing against me. “Yes?”

“I have something else for you.”

“If it’s a muzzle, I don’t think it’ll go with the dress.”

I stare at her and laugh. Fuck. I mean, I should spank the shit out of her, finger fuck her hard and fast, maybe delve into her ass like I want, using my thumb so I can double penetrate her while I spank her until she comes, until she can’t sit for a week without a twinge, without the memory roaring to life.

I should, but I don’t.

It was funny and there’s something intimate and giving in letting her speak her mind.

I never want to hand her to her sick fuck of a father, but right now, I push all that away and pull the bracelet from my pocket.

“I’ll keep the muzzle for when I dress you in latex and plug your ass with a tail.” Her eyes go wide. There’s fear, shock and… curiosity. Lust? My cock throbs. Hell the fuck yes, there’s lust. “For now, I have this. Hold out your wrist.”

It doesn’t go with the collar, not really. The collar needs something just as heavy and ostentatious. No, this is for her: a pretty, delicate chain with pink diamonds.

She lifts her arm, the white gold perfect against her pale honey skin. “It’s beautiful, Nikolai. I…” She looks at me and fuck, her eyes are bright and glistening, like she wants to cry. “No one’s ever given me something like this.”

Then she blinks hard and rapid and bites her unpainted, rose-red lips. She really doesn’t need makeup, but I like her both ways. A different Rose for different occasions.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean… I know…”

“It is yours, Rose. To keep, or throw away, if you want, but it’s yours.” I hold out my arm. “Come on. We’re going to dinner.”

There’s a flash of disappointment there that she tries to hide, but she takes my arm and smiles as I kiss her cheek. I don’t question it, and it fits tonight’s narrative.

I take her to the dining room and her steps bounce, her fingers tightening as she takes in the soft classical music, the candles, the rose petals, the intimate table setting, just for two.

Rose turns. “For me?”

“For you. The other night was… a revelation. I want this to be for us. No audience, just you and me.”

I pull out her chair and she looks at me, eyes shining, cheeks flushed as she smiles. She slides her hands over my lapel and I let her. Rose grows bolder and rises up to kiss me.

It’s soft and sweet and hesitant, and I kiss her back, our tongues meeting in a slow, soul melting kiss. I pull back, taking her hands in mine. “Sit.”

She does and she’s so charmed, delighted, seduced. It’s perfect, and she’s exactly where I want her: under my spell.

“This is amazing,” she says, looking over everything Mia brings out.

I chuckle. “You eat like you’re starving.”

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